I spent most of today dealing with duck and other logistic issues, and also heading to the library, which closes at 5 pm today for a minimum of two weeks. I have a stash of books at home, but am uncomfortable if it gets too low, so I also checked out the collected short stories of Katherine Mansfield and several novels by Eudora Welty (Francine Prose recommended these in another book I’m perusing: Reading Like a Writer.) Now, along with several cases of wine at home as well as lots of food and books, I’m set for whatever comes.
I just fed the ducks, too. We’re down to three drakes and two queens: Honey and Dorothy (Dot). I didn’t see Honey when I first went to the pond, and then heard quacking from above. I looked up and saw Her Flyness standing on a window ledge on the third floor of Erman, the building where she nested last year. I suspect she’s scoping out where to put her nest for this year. But when I went upstairs to get my camera, she flew back to the pond, swimming with Dot and her drake (it needs a name), with all three of these mallards chasing the other two males back and forth.
That chasing has impeded my feeding the hens, but there are fewer Weinsteins now and I managed to get both of the hens to eat. Here are some pictures of the trio of pals, and one video of the three chasing the two interloper drakes.
Dot is in front of Honey, with their wingman at the rear.
Here’s a video showing the continual pursuit of the two interloper drakes by Honey, Dot, and their Wingman (maybe I should just call him “Wingman”). They’d rather chase those drakes out of the pond than eat, but I did manage to get the two hens to eat a decent lunch.
And the customary postprandial preening in the duck ring. Honey’s in the rear.
Good times! And with most people gone from campus, the ducks won’t be disturbed and, I hope, will fatten up and breed prolifically.